So she knew it was no mere girl who inflamed her son's passions so much that every single time she saw him naked he had an erection. Her mind churned....What women did he know? He mowed Mrs. Jenkins' lawn three doors down, but there was no way in the world he felt that way about Marge Jenkins. She didn't even think MISTER Jenkins felt that way about Marge.She realized he was waiting for some kind of comment from her. She thought furiously about how to get more information. "Well, it must be hard. There ain’t a goddamnfucking thing wrong with the motherfuckin' techIt’s the world that is become nuestra realidadyou get me. use it. fuck it. stick in your ass for pleasure.no judgmentjust do not become modern dayperson sayingyes massa to your auntfuckin device.tech should be your bitch.it’s a tool. nothing else. nothing more.believe it.leave AI on the shelf.tech must remain the proverbial shovel.trust.I myself nearly 7/8 of whole is tech.Without my 1/8 - I would not be here.Function only. A sea of green, enough to gladden the heart of any Irishman, flowed into the seats."Thank you. Now, if you don't want this on prime time, hold up the red card now."Not a hand went up, aside from two 6-year-olds sword-duelling with their green cards.One of the cousins yelled out, "Hey, Tanya, why you not holding your red card up?"She yelled back to everyone's amusement, "Two months ago, I would have."Uncle Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. "Great, thank you all, ladies and gentlemen. I think. It feels like that this is her ‘thing’ as well, enjoying the ambiance, the smell, a mix of curry and light incense.I did have a slight feeling in the back of my head she had been here before because without hesitation she seemed to know where to walk and which corner to turn in the right directionWe had to sit cross legged, which I had no trouble with but for her with short skirt seemed to be a bit of a problem, but she pretended it to be no problem and looks me straight in the eye when she.